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Lit Final Quotes

Quotes for Lit Final

QuoteSpeaker/Play
A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness. A lawn about the shoulder thrown Into a fine distraction; An erring lace, which here and there Enthralls the crimson stomacher; A cuff neglectful, and thereby Ribbons to flow confusedly Robert Herrick: "Delight in Disorder"
I think not on the state... But as that son whose father's danger night Did force his native dumbness, and untie his fettered organs: so her is a cause That will excuse that breach of nature's laws. Silence were no a sin: nay passion now Wise men. Katherine Phillips: "Upon the Double Murder of King Charles"
Slander must follow treason; but yet stay. Take not our reason with our king away. Though you have seized upon all our defense, Yet do not sequester our common sense. Katherine Phillips: "Upon the Double Murder of King Charles"
A married state affords but little ease The best of husbands are so hard to please. This in wives’ careful faces you may spell Though they dissemble their misfortunes well. A virgin state is crowned with much content; It’s always happy as it’s innoce Katherine Phillips: "A Married State"
Now, our joy, Although our last and least; to whose young love The vines of France and milk of Burgundy Strive to be interessed, what can you say to draw A third more opulent than your sisters? Speak. Lear: "King Lear" (1604-1605)
Nothing will come from nothing, speak again. Lear: "King Lear" (Shakespeare: 1604-1605)
Then ‘tis like the breth of an unfeed lawyer; you gave me nothing for ‘t. Can you make no use of nothing, nuncle? Fool: "King Lear" (Shakespeare: 1604-1605)
Good my lord, You have begot me, bred me, loved me; I Return those duties back as are right fit, Obey you, love you, and most honor you. Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They love you all? Cordelia: "King Lear" (Shakespeare: 1604-1605)
Love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide, in cities, mutinies; in countries, discord; in palaces, treason; and the bond cracked 'twixt son and father Gloucester: "King Lear" (Shakespeare: 1604-1605)
Let him fly far. Not in this land shall he remain uncaught. Gloucester: "King Lear" (Shakespeare: 1604-1605)
A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; a lily-livered, action-taking knave; a whoreson, glass-gazing, superserviceable, finial rogue;. . . Kent: "King Lear" (Shakespeare: 1604-1605)
Fortune, good night; smile once more; turn thy wheel! Kent: "King Lear" (Shakespeare: 1604-1605)
Poor Tyrlygod! poor tom! / That's something yet! Edgar I nothing am. Edgar: "King Lear" (Shakespeare: 1604-1605)
Fathers that wear rags Do make their children blind; But father that bear bags Shall see their children kind. Fortune, that arrant whore, Ne'er turns the key to the poor. Fool: "King Lear" (Shakespeare: 1604-1605)
Let go thy hold when a great wheel runs down a hill, lest it break thy neck with following it; but the great one that goes up the hill, let him draw the after. Fool: "King Lear" (Shakespeare: 1604-1605)
O, sir, you are old; Nature in you stands on the very verge of her confine. You should be ruled and led By some discretion, that discerns your state Better than you yourself. Therefore, I pray you, That to your sister you do make return; Regan (To Lear:)"King Lear" (Shakespeare: 1604-1605)
When priests are more in word than matter; When brewers mar their malt with water; When nobles are their tailors' tutors; No heretics burned, but wenches' suitors; When every case in law is right; No squire in debt, nor no part knight;. . . Fool: "King Lear" (Shakespeare: 1604-1605)
The younger rises when the old doth fall. Edmund (To Gloucester):"King Lear" (Shakespeare: 1604-1605)
Tis the times' plague, when madmen lead the blind. Edgar: "King Lear" (Shakespeare: 1604-1605)
No blown ambition doth our arms incite, But love, dear love, and our aged father's right. Cordelia: "King Lear" (Shakespeare: 1604-1605)
1. O, let me kiss that hand! 2. Let me wipe it first, it smells of mortality. Gloucester and Lear: "King Lear" (Shakespeare: 1604-1605)
Thous hast spoken right, 'tis trust; The wheel is come full circle! I am here. Edmund: "King Lear" (Shakespeare: 1604-1605)
And my poor fool is hanged! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou' it come no more, Never, never, never, never, never! Lear: "King Lear" (Shakespeare: 1604-1605)
The weight of this sad time we must obey; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most; we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long. Edgar: "King Lear" (Shakespeare: 1604-1605)
Mark but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which those deniest me is; Me it sucked first, and now sucks thee, And in this flea our two bloods mingled be; Though know'st that this cannot be said A sin, or shame, or loss of maidenhead. . . John Donne (1552-1631): "The Flea"
Show me, dear Christ, thy spouse so bright and clear. What! is it she which on the other shore Goes richly painted? or which, robbed and tore, Laments and mourns in Germany and here? Sleeps she a thousand, then peeps up one year?. . . John Donne (1572-1631): "Holy Sonnet 18"
Let not us women glory in men's fall/Who had power given to overrule us all. Amelia Lanyer (1569-1645): "Eve's Apology in Defense of Women"
But she, poor soul, by cunning was decieved. Amelia Lanyer (1569-1645): "Eve's Apology in Defense of Women"
But surely Adam cannot be excused; Her fault though not great, yet he was most to blame; What weakness offered, strength might have refused, Being lord of all, the greater was his shame. Although the serpent's craft had her abused, God's holy word. Amelia Lanyer (1569-1645): "Eve's Apology in Defense of Women"
And then to lay the fault on Patience back, That we (poor women) must endure it all. We knight right well he did discretion lack, Being not persuaded thereunto at all. If Eve did err, it was for knowledge sake; The fruit being fair persuaded him to Amelia Lanyer (1569-1645): "Eve's Apology in Defense of Women"
When night's black mantle could most darkness prove, And sleep, death's image, did my senses hire From knowledge of myself, then thoughts did move Swifter than those most swiftness need require. . . Mary Wroth (1587-1651?): "Pamphilia to Amphilanthus" Sonnet 1
Am I thus conquered? Have I lost the powers That to withstand, which joys to ruin me? Must I be still while it my strength devous, And captive leads me prisoner, bound, unfree?. . . Mary Wroth (1587-1651?): "Pamphilia to Amphilanthus" Sonnet 16
Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. . . Richard Lovelace (1618-1657): "To Lucasta, Going to the Wars"
Yet this inconstancy is such As thou too shalt adore; I could love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not Honour more. Richard Lovelace (1618-1657): "To Lucasta, Going to the Wars"
3 Distinct Parts:  lines 1‐20: What the speaker would do if he had all the time in the world.  lines 21‐32: But we do not have all the time in the world  lines 33‐46: So we better not waste time and seize the day: “Now let us sport us while we ma Andrew Marvell (1621-1678): "To His Coy Mistress"
Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine: But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thi Ben Jonson (1572-1637): "Song: To Celia"
I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honoring thee, As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be. But thou thereon didst only breahe, And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee. Ben Jonson (1572-1637): "Song: To Celia"
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, Not the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep; Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Ben Jonson (1572-1637): "Queen and Huntress"
Earth, let no thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear, when day did close. Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Ben Jonson (1572-1637): "Queen and Huntress"
Lay the bow of pearl apart, And they crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever, Thou that mak'st a day of night, Goddess excellently bright. Ben Jonson (1572-1637): "Queen and Huntress"
Fall'n Cherub, to be weak is miserable Doing or suffering: but of this be sure, To do aught good never will be our task, But ever to do ill our sole delight, As being the contrary to his high will Whom we resist. Satan: "Paradise Lost" (John Milton:1606-1674)
Here at least We shall be free; th'Almighty hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence: Here we may reign secure, and in my choice To reign is worth ambition though in Hell: Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heav'n. Satan: "Paradise Lost" (John Milton:1606-1674)
...His memory fails him, and his commonplace of comparisons. He is a fool with a good memory, and some few scraps of other folks' wit. Mirabell [about Witwoud]: "The Way of the World" (William Congreve: 1700)
Aye, aye, friendship without freedom is as dull as love without enjoyment, or wine without toasting; but to tell you a secret, these are trulls whome he allows coach-hire, and something more by the week, to call on him once a day at public places. Wiwoud [About Petulant]: "The Way of the World" (William Congreve: 1700)
To be free, I have no taste of those insipit dry discourses with whicho ur sex of force must entertain themselves apart from men. We may affect endearments to each other, profess eternal friendships, and seems to dote like lovers;. . . Mrs. Marwood: "The Way of the World" (William Congreve: 1700)
O, I ask your pardon for that --one's cruelty is one's power, and when one parts with one's cruelty, one parts with one's power; and when has parted with that, I fancy one's old and ugly. Millamant: "The Way of the World" (William Congreve: 1700)
Well tis a lamentable thing, I swear, that one has not the liberty to choosing one's acquaintance as one does one's clothes. Millamant: "The Way of the World" (William Congreve: 1700)
Hum! Faith, and that's well thought on; marriage is honorable, as you say; and if so, wherefore should cuckoldom be a discredite, being derived from so honorable a root? Fainall: "The Way of the World" (William Congreve: 1700)
I'll never marry, unless I am first made sure of my will and pleasure. Millamant: "The Way of the World" (William Congreve: 1700)
The inferior priestess, at her altar's side, Trembling begins the sacred rites of Pride. Unnumbered treasures ope at once, and here The various offerings of the world appear; From each she nicely culls with curious toil,. . Narrator: "The Rape of the Lock" (Alexander Pope: 1712-1717)
The adventurous Baron the bright locks admired, He, he wished, and to the prize aspired. Resolved to win, he meditates the way, By force to ravish, or by fraud betray; For when success a lover's toil attends, Few ask if fraud or force attained his en Narrator: "The Rape of the Lock" (Alexander Pope: 1712-1717)
What time would spare, from steel receives its date, And monuments, like men, submit to fate! Steel could the labor of the Gods destroy, And strike to dust the imperial towers of Troy; Steel could the works of mortal pride confound. . . Baron: "The Rape of the Lock" (Alexander Pope: 1712-1717)
What a dickens is the Woman always a whimpring about Murder for? No Gentleman is ever look'd upon the worse for killing a Man in his own Defense; and if Business cannot be carried on without it, what would you have a Gentleman do? Peachum: "The Beggar's Opera" (John Gay: 1685-1732)
Love him! Worse and worse! I thought the girl had been better bred. O husband, husband! Her folly makes me mad! My head swims! I'm distracted! I can't support myself ---O! Mrs. Peachum: "The Beggar's Opera" (John Gay: 1685-1732)
I love a free-hearted wench. Thou hast a most agreeable assurance, girl, and art as willing as a turtle. But hark! I hear music. The harper is at the door. "If music be the food of, play on." E'er you seat yourselves, ladies, what think you of a dance? MacHeath: "The Beggar's Opera" (John Gay: 1685-1732)
Why then, Friend, this is a downright deep Tragedy. The Catastrophe is manifestly wrong, for an Opera must end happily. Player: "The Beggar's Opera" (John Gay: 1685-1732)
I grant this food will be somewhat dear, and therefore very proper for landlords, who, as they have already devoured most of the parents, seem to have the best title to the children. Jonathon Swift: "A Modest Proposal" (1729)
Those who are more thrifty (as I must confess the times require) may flay the carcass; the skin of which artificially dressed will make admirable gloves for ladies, and summer boots for fine gentleman. Jonathon Swift: "A Modest Proposal" (1729)
Why the laws indulge us in such a liberty seems to be derived from out mixed form of government, which is neither wholly monarchical, nor wholly republican. David Hume (1711-1776): "Of the Liberty of the Press"
The liberty of the press, therefore, however abused, can scarce ever excite popular tumults or rebellion. David Hume (1711-1776): "Of the Liberty of the Press"
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